Sunday, May 06, 2007

No gift better than vomitous migraines

Yesterday, for the first time in years, I suffered from a migraine so intense I felt as though I was drowning in my own pain. It scared the shit out of me and I believe I had an anxiety attack on top of it. it reminded me of a side effect of the imitrex shots I used to give myself: my chest felt as though someone was standing on it with my head in a vise-grip. Breathing shallowly, head swimming, vision auras aplenty, and not a damn pharmacy open within walking distance. Luckily my SIL had extra strength advil and so I downed 2, knowing nothing less would suffice.

Later that evening a thunder storm broke and released not only its own tensions, but mine as well. I fell asleep sometime after midnight only to be awakened by the sounds of my daughter puking her guts out next to my bed at 2am. I cleaned her up, got her back in bed, found a bucket then cleaned up the floor. I returned to bed but didn't fall asleep until 3:15. At 3:30 we repeated the cycle, only this time she found the bucket and just needed solace. I returned to bed. At 4:15, 5:30, 6:45 and 7:10 like a broken record playing a heaving tune over and over and over again, I pulled myself out of bed and into her room to hold her hair and wipe her face while soothing her distress. We called the doctor around 10 (he makes home visits) who rushed over (on a Sunday!) to assess her. Not good. He gave her an antiemetic to stop the vomiting because she was rapidly becoming dehydrated. He's coming back this evening to check on her to make sure she doesn't need to go to the hospital for an iv (cross your fingers). I'm on pins and needles, not having been so sleep-deprived in five years, and am feeling a bit of a basket case. This is not the best holiday ever.

We're on fire over here with the illnesses.

Happy Mother's Day to all you moms: may your day NOT include cleaning up vomit from the floor, bedclothes, toilet, bucket, or child.

Although, spending the day in bed with your kid is underrated. We're on a movie marathon. Included are her lion and her tigger as well as every "meaningful" blankie or stuffed animal.

Have a happy day!

updated: Haha, I soooo have no clue. Apparently it's only Mother's Day here... Well, I might be an idiot but at least I get a do over, eh?


Kit said...

Aagh there's nothing worse. I hope you both feel better soon. My daughter is also languishing having trod on a bee yesterday, so she feels rotten but at least there's no clearing up to do.

Lisa said...

Oh that's the worst.

My heart is with you!